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"kabe sri radhika..... - A pada by Siddha Krsnadas Babaji
Madanmohan das - Mon, 01 Nov 2004 16:49:49 +0530
kabe srI rAdhikA sarasi salile
sinAna kariyA sukhe/
tIre uthi hAhA prAnesvarI bali
dAkiba kiuba mukhe//
syAma kundera sobhA dekhi nayanera
tApa saba yAbe dUre/
madhyAnera lIlA smarana kariba
basiyA mAdhavi tale//
sailendra mukuta mani govardhana
dekhiba nayana bhari/
parikramA kari mAnasi gangA
tatete rahiba pari//
srI yAvata nandIsvara vrsabhAnupUra
sobhAvali dekhi/
dvAdasa vipina bhramana kariba
premAnande haye sukhI//
vrajavAsi ghare mAdhukari kari
udara pUriyA khAba/
kibA divasAnte phala mUla khAiyA
Anande vihariba//
kAlindira tIre basi harinAma
grahana kariba kabe/
akasmAt tandra Asibe adbhuta
svapana dekhiba tabe//
kisora kisorI bAhu dhrAdhari
priya sakhi gana sange/
srI rAsa mandale Anandera bhare
nAciba dekhiba range//
mrdanga mandirA mocanga mangari
kinkinI kankana dhvanI/
suniyA sravane nidrA bhanga habe
jAgiyA basiba Ami//
nayanera jale prthivI pankila
kariba kateka dine/
e krsnadAsera hena dasA habe
bhAve sadA mane mane//
translation to follow soon.
Madanmohan das - Mon, 01 Nov 2004 17:39:44 +0530
When shall I, having taken a delightful dip in the waters of Radhika's pool, asscend the bank exclaiming, Ha ha Pranesvari! And observing the splendour of Syam's pool, all affliction shall depart.
There 'neath the shade of a Madhavi vine I would recall the Madhyana Lila.
Then I shall feast my eyes on the crown-jewel of kingly mountains, the holy mount Govardhan. And after circumambulation I will lay me down on the bank of the Mind-born Ganga. I shall behold the splendid beauty of Sri Yavat, Nandisvara and Vrsabhanupura, and enraptured by the joy of love, happily roam the twelve forests. I will collect alms from the homes of the Vrajabasis, and thus fill my belly, or at the close of the day gather fruits and esculent roots and revel in joyous occassion.
O when will I then sit me down on the Kalindi's bank and repeat the Harinama!
Then right suddenly, as if in a dream, I shall survey a passing wondrous scene.
There I will see Kisor and Kisori, arm in arm, surrounded by the priya sakhis.
Upon the circular dance-floor of the Rasa, in bounding bliss they will dance in accompaniment with Mrdangas, Mandiras, Mocangas,and Mangaris(?). As well as the tinkling of waist-zones and bangles.
Transported by the sound my slumber will break ,and awakening, I will sit up and muddy the Earth with my tears awhile.
This humble Krsnadas forever dwells and contemplates upon the attainment of such a state of existance.